தாயென்று கும்பிடடி பாப்பா
Memories of a long forgotten tastes
Of fancy dishes, exotic fruits and condiments
Bring a wry smile to my lined face
Boasting a toothless mouth,
along with a pain of nostalgia.
How my mind craves
for a handful of crackers,
And a bite into a fleshy fruit
Of juicy apples or guava,
Warm crispy tandoori roti,
digging into spicy vegetables
or a freshly tossed salad.
I make do with a bowl of hot soup,
feast on mashed potatoes,
pasty rice and fresh curd,
so easy on my gums and teasing my tongue.
As I slurp and drip
A kind hand wipes my face clean.
I walk back to my room,
on unsteady steps,
Shaking hands groping for a hold,
Towards an uninspiring bedroom
And flop into a neatly made bed,
A kind hand pulls a warm blanket,
Over a tired body,
Tender sleep softly envelopes,
I murmur a word of thanks,
Console myself that I have negotiated,
One more day of my life, successfully
Thank you God!
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